Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
She faltered and crumbled, and he caught her, held her, like he wasn't saying goodbye. Like he wasn't about to leave and walk away from her, from them, from this dream that had only just begun to take form. There was a part of Maea that really wanted to shove him away, hit him, take out all this horrible, god-awful pain on him.
But how could she? He was the most precious thing she'd ever had, and she did not want to hurt him. Not even now. Not in any way.
Her arms just wrapped around his waist and she leaned into him, sobbing helplessly. And her tears were different from before. Not the restrained, pent up, silent shudders... Here, in the dusty, broken kitchen that could have been theirs, she cried like a child, raw and reckless, screaming her pain out against his chest. Convulsing with the sobs that wrecked through her, clutching him so hard, but so desperate not to hurt him.
Didn't care that he was the one who hurt her, because... he never meant to. How could she blame him for anything? Sunjata was still the only one who could bring this out in her. All this love, all this pain, all this life.
Had she been wrong? Had she been dreaming all that time, about a gray existence without hope or future? Could it be, that she'd only really woken up early one sunlit morning, when she stepped into a bar she was determined to hate, and came face to face with a man she was determined not to like?
It did read like a love story, didn't it... And now? Was it ending like this?
Maea didn't want it to. Couldn't let it go like this. Couldn't bring herself to let him go, either. Not even when he kept saying that it would be for the best, that he wanted her to stay but that he needed time, and space.
And Gods, how could she deny him? But how could she let go enough to give him what he needed? How, if it meant she might never get to hold him again?
It felt like the tears would never stop coming, and every time she thought the sobs were settling... it just came back, starting all over again.
But how could she? He was the most precious thing she'd ever had, and she did not want to hurt him. Not even now. Not in any way.
Her arms just wrapped around his waist and she leaned into him, sobbing helplessly. And her tears were different from before. Not the restrained, pent up, silent shudders... Here, in the dusty, broken kitchen that could have been theirs, she cried like a child, raw and reckless, screaming her pain out against his chest. Convulsing with the sobs that wrecked through her, clutching him so hard, but so desperate not to hurt him.
Didn't care that he was the one who hurt her, because... he never meant to. How could she blame him for anything? Sunjata was still the only one who could bring this out in her. All this love, all this pain, all this life.
Had she been wrong? Had she been dreaming all that time, about a gray existence without hope or future? Could it be, that she'd only really woken up early one sunlit morning, when she stepped into a bar she was determined to hate, and came face to face with a man she was determined not to like?
It did read like a love story, didn't it... And now? Was it ending like this?
Maea didn't want it to. Couldn't let it go like this. Couldn't bring herself to let him go, either. Not even when he kept saying that it would be for the best, that he wanted her to stay but that he needed time, and space.
And Gods, how could she deny him? But how could she let go enough to give him what he needed? How, if it meant she might never get to hold him again?
It felt like the tears would never stop coming, and every time she thought the sobs were settling... it just came back, starting all over again.
